Without Airplanes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Without Airplanes



They made room for us in
The beehive.
We're the busy French girls.
We're taking off our clothes
And spreading out
Arms like stewardesses
Who want to fly
Without airplanes.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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